Weed Whacking Rubber Arm Syndrome
Oh but I've got the shakes. My forearm trembles so badly it takes both hands to steady my water glass for that little journey from table to lip. No, it's not old age. Thanks. Just symptomatic of a weekend (gardening) warrior who overdid. Thankfully I ran out of weed whacker string or it'd be far worse.
I may be whining tomorrow. Nah, there's no maybe about it.
I saw the biggest earthworm ever sighted in Oregon, (by me anyway, and I have some knowledge of worms being a vermiculartist.) This one had the diameter of a pencil and was a full ten inches, now and then, as worms wiggle and stretch those segments. It moved at a rapid pace around and around a large planter. It would have been the full-meal deal for any lucky bird. I observed it circling and circling and circling the planter until I threw soil over the creature. Sunlight kills worms - and they're on the extreme bottom of the food chain, thus not overly bright.
This reminds me of a money making scheme in my youth, beyond the pale of selling greeting cards. I decided to harvest earthworms for fishing bait, oh somewhere around age 10. A neighbor girl, LaDonna Berman, shared my vision so one night we watered my backyard deeply, and armed with our flashlights to harvest this easy prey, lay in our sleeping bags waiting for the worms to surface. I clearly recall gazing at the vastness of the night sky and feeling so insignificant. Then apparently falling asleep to dreams of worms writhing around in my sleeping bag. How odd to find a desiccated earthworm IN MY SLEEPING BAG the next morning. I'm certain we didn't sell a single worm.
I may be whining tomorrow. Nah, there's no maybe about it.
I saw the biggest earthworm ever sighted in Oregon, (by me anyway, and I have some knowledge of worms being a vermiculartist.) This one had the diameter of a pencil and was a full ten inches, now and then, as worms wiggle and stretch those segments. It moved at a rapid pace around and around a large planter. It would have been the full-meal deal for any lucky bird. I observed it circling and circling and circling the planter until I threw soil over the creature. Sunlight kills worms - and they're on the extreme bottom of the food chain, thus not overly bright.
This reminds me of a money making scheme in my youth, beyond the pale of selling greeting cards. I decided to harvest earthworms for fishing bait, oh somewhere around age 10. A neighbor girl, LaDonna Berman, shared my vision so one night we watered my backyard deeply, and armed with our flashlights to harvest this easy prey, lay in our sleeping bags waiting for the worms to surface. I clearly recall gazing at the vastness of the night sky and feeling so insignificant. Then apparently falling asleep to dreams of worms writhing around in my sleeping bag. How odd to find a desiccated earthworm IN MY SLEEPING BAG the next morning. I'm certain we didn't sell a single worm.
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